Sometimes it can be difficult to write a testimony for the glory of God, especially if it refers to the death of a son … my own son … it’s not easy at all. Sometimes I see what happened on the night of January 29, when I prayed to the Lord, listening and seeing a powerful message in the revelation of the scriptures of God’s Holy Spirit.
The pastor of the Ebenezer ministry, who served at his church in Guatemala City, and I connected via satellite from home. Thanks to the mercy of our Lord, a warning signal was revealed in me, so that I pay special attention to words that, from the Lord, the pastor noticed were addressed to a mother who listened to him from abroad.
He said: “daughter, do not be afraid because for a long time I have your son inscribed in the book of life …”. These words have reached my depth without being able to explain them to me, but the thoughts of the Lord are so high and ours will never reach such heights and all that remains is to ask the Creator to enlighten us and fill us with mercy.
After the sermon, I kept thinking about those words until I went to bed. That night, when I said goodbye to my son Ignacio over the phone, I neglected to mention that reflection. However, I continued to meditate on those words until dawn broke and I saw the dawn of the new day.
I tried to meditate on the message they contained, on their interpretation, trying to understand their meaning and to know why I felt it was addressed to me.
Today I can declare that for the spiritual edification of my mind, soul, and heart, the Lord was preparing me to strengthen my soul and anoint me with the holy spirit, in the joy of his grace, of the Christian faith, of the hope and love in which he allows us. let’s live.
Day
That Saturday, January 30, seemed like a normal day to me, like any other, but I still couldn’t explain what was constantly beating in my chest, like a kind of alert about what was going to happen. On Saturdays I usually spend them with my sister, we have lunch together, we talk and we share a brotherly affection. But because of the inexplicable feeling that invaded my being that day, I called her and said, “Don’t expect me, because I have no desire to go out, I just want to be in God’s presence, praising and glorifying his name. “
Although I did not understand the reason for the concern and the moment we were passing, I began to praise and worship our God, because I am convinced that everything that happens to us is part of the divine plan of our lives and we must recognize that Heavenly Father’s will is what needs to be done.
A few hours passed and my son called me on the phone. We blessed each other and he said, “Mommy, I feel like I’m leaving.” I asked him what was wrong with you, son, and he said, “I don’t know, I just feel like I’m leaving today, I want to go to the hospital, but I don’t have the strength.”
I asked him if he slept well and he said yes, then I said, “Come on, I’ll help you get to the hospital, give a little praise, and we’ll both pray until you get there and let me know. “I did not pray for healing, but for God’s will to be done, because as far as my understanding was concerned, I saw him beautiful and happy. When he arrived at the hospital, I said, ‘God it’s good, hang up your cell phone, I’ll call you on mine “, which he agreed to. In a video call I told him:” let me see the facade of the hospital to take a picture. ” : “And for what”, to which I replied: “Let’s see if it’s the clinic where your uncle was hospitalized for nine months”?
My son enters the hospital and a nurse treats him, takes him to the emergency room, places him, gives him first aid and tells him that his blood pressure is very low, while he remains calm listening to her. Moments before, I had asked him to let me see his face, and I found him so calm, so beautiful, and normal that, instead of being restless, I felt a lot of peace.
The nurse continued to take care of him and I kept praying for him and listening to the interaction between the two of them. They put a serum on him and when, touched by God, he takes a moment to preach the message of repentance and conversion to the young nurse, saying, “You must PREPARE soon, you must be reconciled to Jesus Christ. and accept him as your Savior, so that you may have a new life with Jesus and be part of the Church that is waiting for Jesus Christ, because Christ is coming again ”.
I continued to observe everything and pray, I was very happy and my son, hearing me smile, said to me: “Mommy and why are you laughing? and I said, “My two children were the first souls I gave to God, and seeing you and listening to you in the midst of sorrow preaching the Word gives me great joy, I feel happy and proud to I know that the nurse felt the peace that you and I have ”.
The nurse tells us: “But we will leave her tomorrow, Sunday, because I am tired and my children are waiting for me …”, and he told her: “Tomorrow may be too late”, I told her. to keep talking to him that I would help him mediate, until she herself said, “OK, I’ll wait for the doctors on duty to leave.” At that moment, my son said, “God bless you for being part of a new life in Jesus.” It was a scene that moved my soul, my son speaking from Miami and I here in Santo Domingo, praying together for the salvation of a soul. I was happy! I felt so happy that I started laughing and he said to me, “Mom, that’s what you taught me, remember I was your first soul for God.”
I continued to intercede as the doctors arrived and he said to the nurse, “It is very necessary to recognize Jesus Christ, we must all prepare, because Christ is coming soon. After accepting Christ into her heart, I asked my son to let me talk to her, and when she picked up the phone, she said, “What peace I feel in the midst of so many problems that come here and you serve. peace and joy to me. “
In a gesture of gratitude, the nurse tells him that he would stay until the doctors arrived so as not to leave him alone. As it was through the video call, I could see the angelic smile my son had and said to him when he left: God bless your new life.
The news
The nurse left, the doctors came to see him and said to me: “Mommy God bless you, I love you very much, I will call you or you will call me later, because they are going to check me”. I immediately put on my praises and songs of worship to the Creator. I was alone in the house, I started praying without saying anything to my sister and my other son, but I was very happy to hear my son doing the same thing his mother had taught him for the last ten years.
I kept praying until I received a sign from the Holy Spirit who told me: use the photo you took to send it to your brother, send it immediately to my sister, tell her what’s going on, she calls My brother and He say she will contact two doctors at the clinic where he was hospitalized for nine months so that they can come and see him because the center was close.
This happened after hours of trying to communicate with my son and I couldn’t. When the doctors my brother called came to my son, they noticed that he was alone in the room and that his health had worsened due to the fact that his blood pressure had dropped, so it was necessary to take him to his room. intensive care, where he had a heart attack. He immediately contacts my brother and informs him of what happened.
He calls my sister Milagros and tells her what happened and she is the one who gives me the terrible news. At that moment I could understand that God already had everything planned. I began to praise God, for the grace of knowing that my son, with his hearing aids in his ears, listening to praise, died in an instant. Celebrating new life in paradise.
I felt something supernatural that night, my adoration of God at that time was my son’s glorious farewell to eternal rest, where he would live forever, cultivating in my heart the veil of prayer and praise, the anointing of joy, peace and of the comfort of his spirit to be able to face the pain that struck my soul with that news.
The message
Reflecting on what happened, I feel that there is a great alert for the church. And it is the fact that God speaks to us about how He wants His children to fulfill the great task He has entrusted to us. Whenever we have the opportunity to preach the Word to him, to bring the good news to a soul in need and we feel that we do not have time, that we are busy, that maybe tomorrow could be … without thinking that tomorrow could be too Late.
We are charged with preaching the gospel in season and out of season. My son found peace in the Lord and went to eternal rest, and even in his last minutes of earthly life he was busy conveying the message of salvation and, overcoming his own discomfort, found joy for his soul when that young nurse at accepted Christ in his heart and felt the peace that only God can give us.
His physical departure hurts, no doubt, I miss talking to him and sometimes I think the phone will ring and I will answer his call … but I think about how wonderful the Lord was with me and my children, finding comfort in the pain that becomes joy and satisfaction in realizing that God has everything under control and that He does not abandon us even for a moment.
I thank him from the bottom of my heart for that. Today, my son is in a special place that Christ had reserved for him, he is both in my heart and in my thoughts. I have his children, my beloved grandchildren, as part of his inheritance, and together with his brother, my other son, I will continue to preach the gospel until God wills it, with the certainty that one day the Lord will bring us from again together under His wings and together we will praise His glory and mercy.
Rest in the mercy of Mr. Ignacio Álvarez.
Your mother, Margarita García